I’m a closeted romantic I don’t write wine stained love notes On golden parchment And flowy cursive Written in velvety black ink I don’t have anybody To bring fragrant roses to When I come home from work Smelling like coffee
I’m a closeted romantic
I don’t write wine stained love notes
On golden parchment 
And flowy cursive 
Written in velvety black ink
I don’t have anybody
To bring fragrant roses to
When I come home from work
Smelling like coffee writing stories
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A poem about the way I love

I’m a closeted romantic I don’t write wine stained love notes On golden parchment And flowy cursive Written in velvety black ink I don’t have anybody To bring fragrant roses to When I come home from work Smelling like coffee

But somehow I always Find my mind Drifting back to you The way a stray Finds her way home at sunset When those love songs That play on the radio Get trapped inside my head

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